"How in the hell am I supposed to get excited about a sex scene with that hag?" Brian Harmon lamented.
My boyfriend of eight months was pacing the confines of his small but luxuriously appointed movie set trailer, nervous as a Rocky Horror Show virgin. He was worried about creating on-screen sparkle, the heat that made the love scenes believable. Brian wasn't exactly an Actor's Guild Award quality guy, but he was good enough in front of the cameras. I knew that he had been hired simply because of his box office potential with the ladies; he was a prominent figure in the "tall dark and handsome" teen mags. I often got a kick out of seeing his icy blue eyes staring back at me from the shelves lining the checkout counter at the grocery store.
I laughed and threw a magazine at him to get his attention. "You mean she didn't give you a woody when you were a kid?"
"Sure Shelley but, hell, I was thirteen then, I'm thirty-five now, and that woman has more lines on her face that a road map!" he said, referring to Lena Douglas. She was an aging starlet, and I'd heard that she had undergone more plastic surgery than Cher.
"She needs this, you know. She's trying to become a household name again," I added, my career as a former entertainment newswoman rearing it's ugly head.
A knock on the trailer door was accompanied by the "ten minutes, Mr. Harmon" announcement that I knew he was dreading.
Suddenly smacked by inspiration, I smiled at the pacing caged tiger and stretched out on the comfortable sofa. "Come here, I have an idea," I said, holding my arms open for him.
He sighed and crawled onto the sofa next to me. "What's your idea, sugar?" he asked, his native South Carolinian drawl sending sparks through my central nervous system. He nuzzled my neck and I felt him smile when I shivered, he knew full well the effects he had on me.
I slipped my hand inside his silken robe and grabbed a fistful of a well-toned cotton and spandex covered backside. "This is my idea," I breathed. "When you get in there with Grandma Moses, I want you to think about this." I slid my hand around to the front of his shorts, and slipped it around his cock, which had just realized that it was about to get some attention. I chuckled when all seven inches of his celebrity skin stiffened in my hand.
"God I love it when you do that," Brian hissed, as he wiggled his hips back and forth, fucking my hand. I jutted out my tongue and ran it along the length of his neck and he groaned.
He surprised me then. I felt his hand creeping up the leg of my shorts, and within seconds he was pumping his fingers in and out of me keeping perfect time with the movements of my hand along his cock. I stroked, and he stroked, and he flicked a finger across my clit. I was afraid I was going to scream and bring the whole crew running.
He fastened his lips to mine for a hungry tongue battle, damn but that man can kiss! We lay there on the sofa, hand fucking each other, our hips bucking, grunting and groaning like a pair of animals. Wondering about what an onlooker would think I almost laughed. But suddenly laughing was the furthest thing from my mind as my climax came upon me without warning. It felt as if every muscle in my body clenched, and I threw my head back to let it wash over me. I jerked my hips upward, and the walls of my cunt contracted hungrily around his fingers. Somewhere in my haze, I felt Brian's cock starting to twitch and I quickly pulled my hand away.
"Aww, c'mon," he growled, looking from me down to his purple headed prick, then back up to my face.
I regarded him through half closed eyelids and smiled. "Just think about what you're going to get when you're done with granny," I said, almost laughing at the boyish pout on Brian's full, sensual lips. Another knock sounded at the door, and Brian was called to the set.
***
I must have been dozing for hours on the comfy cushions of the sofa when I was shaken awake, rudely dragged from my dreams. In that trancelike state between awake and asleep, I struggled to gain my bearings and I willed my vision to clear itself of the nap-induced cobwebs. In the nighttime darkness of the trailer, my irritation turned into full-blown fear when I realized that my shorts and panties were being pulled roughly from my body.
I retaliated, and pushed at the hands that were shucking me. The instant that I became naked from the waist down, I must have made some contact with my nails because I heard a pain induced hiss, and the hands were withdrawn.
"Goddamn baby, what did you do that for?" Brian howled.
I flipped on the light switch just over my head and glared at my boyfriend. "How was I supposed to know it was you, huh? I'm fucking sleeping and all of a sudden some creep is pulling my clothes off?" I sat up on the sofa and reached for my cigarettes, trying to keep my hands from shaking. I lit one of the evil odorous cancer sticks and watched Brian through narrowed eyelids. "Next time turn on a fucking light, willya?" I said, the words accompanied by a bluish gray cloud of exhaled second hand smoke.
"I'm sorry baby, I won't do it again," he whined as he slid onto the sofa beside me, snaking his arm around me for a tight embrace. He nuzzled his nose into the side of my neck and I smiled. "It's just that you left me hanging, remember? All I've been able to think about for the last three hours is how much I want to fuck you," he breathed into my ear, sending ripples of pure electric current straight to my crotch.
